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Two feet of snow, the temperature
was below zero and pitch black night. Any movement was difficult, there were no
illusions of motor travel in the near future. A simple visit up the street went
from a five-minute walk to a fifteen-minute hike. All facilities were closed
and all the roads were empty. Every soul was wrapped up warmly indoors.
Inside was warm, the fireplace was
more than hot enough. Yet, the allure of a travel still beckoned me. A visit
with friends for the night, so close by that travel by car was pointless. Yet,
the snow made such a short trip a mighty endeavor. Worsened by the thought of
the need of the return trip home. It would be manageable with some company.
Yet, I could never ask my friend to make the same trip themselves for my sake.
The inside was warm no matter where
I went. Time with friends was delightful as always. The outside was still a
trial, more so than any day before. No matter how much time passed, the snow
remained in place. Even as the roads were cleared and passable, snow still
dominated everywhere else. So much piled up and moved out of the way, the roofs
of buildings could be reached by anyone from the sidewalk.
To say it was cold fails to do it
justice. It wasn't merely cold, and perhaps I've felt colder. Despite that,
it's still the true definition of cold in my mind. It isn't just a numbers
game, but how much the cold has a chance to affect the world around it.
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This is sort of a companion piece to a previous story. It was another chance to create a story by drawing from my own memories, which is always fun.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy. Oh and before I forget, Merry Christmas!
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